Settler Fantasies and Fences Part 3: Hunting

In a juniper and pinon forest in the South of New Mexico, I killed my first elk. There are no ways to describe it, except through poetry.  This is the poem I wrote afterwards.  Only a forest as sparse as this could  be both broad and quiet enough to hear.  Everything quiet except  her eyesContinue reading “Settler Fantasies and Fences Part 3: Hunting”

Settler Fantasies and Fences II: Elk and the Caldera

Driving through the Valles Caldera at night, elk appear in an instant at the side of the road. They pivot like darts in the weak and impossibly narrow tunnel of my headlights, returning to the blackness. Great 500-pound ghosts, they float over roadside fences on plodding ungulate wings and crazy steampunk joint mechanisms. Grey-blue-brown inContinue reading “Settler Fantasies and Fences II: Elk and the Caldera”

Settler Fantasies and Fences Part I: “The West”

She used to work in a diner Never saw a woman look finer I used to order just to watch her float across the floor She grew up in a small town Never put her roots down Daddy always kept movin’, so she did too. Somewhere on a desert highway She rides a Harley-Davidson HerContinue reading “Settler Fantasies and Fences Part I: “The West””

Decarceration and Repression in New Mexico

Within days of George Floyd’s killing, the state of New Mexico stepped into full repression mode against Black Lives Matter and decarceration activists, arresting myself and a leading Movement for Black Lives/Cop Watch activist Clifton White. I was booked into a private prison with confirmed Covid-19 cases for over 24 hours as a punishment for protesting prison conditions; he languished behind bars for five months because of the draconian parole system.